Sixty-five-year-old Zhang Fengying was sitting in the park with her cell phone.
She always felt that she was at the forefront of this group of older sisters. Whether it was energetic square dancing or obtaining online information, she was always the first to know.
In this park, Zhang Fengying has a unique and special status because of her fashion sense.
In addition, her daughter and son-in-law are filial and capable, which makes her look even more glorious in the eyes of these old sisters and the object of everyone's envy.
Zhang Fengying sat there fiddling with her cell phone, her fingers sliding nimbly across the screen.
They thought something new had appeared, and five or six women of the same age around them stretched their necks and looked around curiously.
A few people came closer and saw a little girl wearing a veil sitting in front of the camera on her mobile phone screen.
Someone said disdainfully, with a tone of disgust: "What's so good about a little girl? She might as well be dancing. Let's go."
Zhang Fengying glanced at them and felt that they were too backward. She couldn't help but raise her voice and said proudly:
"What do you know? This is called live streaming!"
“This is the live broadcast that young people love most nowadays.
My daughter just taught me last week and she said it’s much more interesting than square dancing.”
Zhang Fengying's voice was filled with undisguised pride, and there were smile lines at the corners of her eyes.
Aunt Wang curled her lips when she heard this, and tied her gray hair into a tight bun at the back of her head:
"It's just a little girl covering her face and pretending to be mysterious. My grandson watches this all day long, and it's giving me a headache."
As she spoke, she urged impatiently, "Lao Zhang, are you still going to dance today? The music has been playing for half a day."
"What's the hurry?" Zhang Fengying grabbed Aunt Wang's sleeve.
"This isn't just any livestream, they're telling fortunes! My daughter says it's spot on, but she's tried to grab a lucky bag several times and never got one. I have to help her get one today..."
The older sisters all shook their heads in disbelief.
"Fortune-telling? Those old men with white beards under the overpass are all liars, let alone this little girl.
I think your information is really wrong this time!"
Zhang Fengying was unhappy when she heard this. She pointed her finger at the number of people online in the upper right corner and said loudly:
"See? 100,000+."
"That means there are more than 100,000 people watching her fortune-telling. If she wasn't accurate, why would so many people be watching her?"
"People these days believe in this, what's it called... Internet metaphysics!"
There was a burst of boos from all around, and it was obvious that they still didn't believe it.
Zhang Fengying shook her head disapprovingly, thinking that these old sisters were really stupid.
Ever since her daughter Li Mei taught her how to use a smartphone, she feels ten years younger than her peers.
The new square dance piece she performed last week was learned from the live streaming platform.
This time, she and her daughter discovered such a magical fortune-telling live broadcast.
Zhang Fengying is always a fashion trendsetter in the park.
"Believe it or not! Go, go, go and dance! Don't delay me from grabbing the lucky bag!"
Zhang Fengying waved her hand angrily and ordered them to leave.
"Lucky bag? Do you have money?" When everyone heard the word lucky bag, they instantly became excited and their eyes lit up.
Zhang Fengying shook her head helplessly: "No, this little girl is very strange. She will only tell fortunes if you grab a lucky bag, and she has to swipe a rocket for each fortune she tells..."
"Rocket? How much does that cost?" everyone exclaimed.
"1,000."
As soon as Zhang Fengying finished speaking, the people in the park seemed to have heard some terrible number, and quickly moved away from Zhang Fengying as if they were avoiding the plague god.
They all thought:
1,000 yuan for a fortune-telling. Either Zhang Fengying was cheated, or she is a scammer.
Their children have repeatedly warned them to be careful with anyone who asks them to spend money, as they might be scammers. How could there be such a thing as a free lunch?
Try to gain a little and suffer a big loss!
Seeing that her old sisters all left with disdain on their faces, Zhang Fengying didn't take it to heart at all. She focused her attention on the screen of her mobile phone, staring at it intently, hoping that Jiang Muyao would give her the lucky bag.
Suddenly, a prompt popped up on the screen, showing that Zhang Fengying had grabbed the lucky bag.
She was so excited that she jumped up from her chair and let out a series of high-pitched exclamations:
"Ahhh, I got it!"
The old sisters around her who were originally skeptical about her were shocked to see her overly excited.
They were even more certain that this was a trap set by Zhang Fengying. They shook their heads secretly, quickened their pace, and moved further away, their eyes full of vigilance.
It’s as if Zhang Fengying is the source of the fraud virus.
As he walked, he muttered quietly:
"Look, this is too exaggerated. There must be something fishy going on. Let's not be fooled."
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(Jiang Jie! Jiang Jie! I got the lucky bag! Look at me! Look at me! I’m going to swipe the rocket!)
Ahhhh, my hands are shaking! ) (Crazy kowtow emoji pack *10)
(Oh, mortal, I have already calculated that today's lucky bag will fall into my hands!)
(Sister Jiang, I recently observed the celestial phenomena at night and found that my boss's forehead was dark. Is he about to go bankrupt? Please tell me!)
(New fan, trembling, seeking protection!)
(Huddled up in a ball, first time here, so nervous, will there be any ghosts to see today...)
(Knock the wooden fish, accumulate merit, Sister Jiang, please bless me so I don’t have to work overtime tomorrow...)
The corners of Jiang Muyao's lips twitched slightly under her veil.
Why do the netizens in the live broadcast room seem to be a little bit abnormal today...
She held the teacup and took a sip slowly.
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